john o’shea

STADIO OLIMPICO, ROMA. 19.45 G.M.T. (UPDATED)

Last weekend, thirty gurning, fat-headed repressed homosexuals groped each other for 80 minutes in Murrayfield to determine whether Leinster or Leceister could call themselves European champions in a sport that 90% of Europeans don’t even know exists, let alone participate in. Tonight is the real deal.

Kickoff in the Champions League final is almost upon us and, I gotta admit, I’m running around like a kid on Christmas morning. This year the two best teams, with a dozen or so of the continent’s most exciting players – Messi, Ronaldo, Iniesta, Rooney, Henry, Eto’o, Giggs, Xavi, er… John O’Shea – will battle it out to see who lifts the only European trophy that matters. Read the rest of this entry »

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMMY!

Today is my mother’s birthday. It’s a special birthday (with a zero on the end) so I decided to buy her a special present. And with the appropriate-present-buying accumen for which I am rightly renowned, it wasn’t long before those ideal gift ideas were just piling up. Read the rest of this entry »